You might have heard that fires are raging through Southern California again. While they aren’t close to us this time, the wind blew all of the smoke and ash here, and, long story short, both C’s gym and my store have been closed for two days due to poor air quality. And it’s not like … Continue reading
(Don’t worry, this isn’t turning into a Disneyland blog.) I had the best time with V at Disneyland last week, and ever since I’ve been talking to all of my coworkers about buying an annual pass. “But the cost,” I moaned. “And even if you get the cheaper pass, parking is $25 per trip. So … Continue reading
(These. Photos. Am I right?! I saw them on Tumblr and felt a jolt of recognition, and of course, they were taken in Fukushima.) I’ve been in a dreamy haze, writing a lot on my own. I told C today that as I start to write more, by myself on a real computer, and not … Continue reading
We rolled in today slowly, gently, in comfy clothes. We spent a long time at the park with V’s cousins, had lunch, ran around the mall, and mostly stayed at home on the couch, snuggling and having snacks. When that got boring, we asked Alexa to play upbeat 80’s music and had a dance party. … Continue reading
A friend I hadn’t seen in a while came to visit me at work today and pick up some last minute gifts. At the end of catching up and her transaction, she said, “So, I had a decaf coffee this morning.” “Oh yeah?” I said, gingerly placing her folded gifts into a bag. “Yep.” “That’s…good?” … Continue reading
Today was 99% wonderful. V was really restless last night, and between her and C and Rolo sleeping (what felt like) completely on top of me, I didn’t sleep at all. But C granted me extra in-bed-alone time this morning and took V downstairs solo. (Thank you husband.) So by the time I hit my … Continue reading
It’s here. It is over. This is Day 100; I have written here every single day for one hundred days. I can’t believe it. I feel fulfilled, alive, and sad. (I also still haven’t decided if I’m breaking up with the Oxford comma, or not.) Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma? –Vampire Weekend … Continue reading
Today, my friend Elizabeth and I took V to Target. We walked through all the sections in our usual order (necklaces, baby aisle, toys — this is all dictated by V, not me), and at last, we got to the holiday section. At some point V looked back at us and said, “I love Christmas!” … Continue reading
Sometimes the day starts at 5:30am and never slows down. Sometimes my daughter cries for me for over thirty minutes when I leave in the morning and leaving actually feels like severing a part of myself. And I cry in the car before I even exit the garage. Sometimes Delta emails to say our flight … Continue reading
Exactly two-thirds into this process, and I feel like I’m only just getting to the heart of my feelings. Like there were sixty-plus other days of gunk floating at the top that had corroded, and had to be scooped and poured off. Here it is again — sentences running through my mind all day, translating … Continue reading
